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The head of the British Secret Intelligence Agency, F, slapped the newspaper down on her desk.
BRITISH AGENT JACK BOUNDER IN DAYLIGHT LOUVRE HEIST!
More clones! Was there no end to them? F considered the whisky bottle in her desk before jabbing angrily at the intercom for her secretary.
“Miss Pennymoney, would you bring Jack in here.”
“Mmngh-now?” came Pennymoney’s breathless response. It sounded positively… orgasmic.
“Yes, now. I need to speak with him urgently,” F snapped.
It took a remarkable number of minutes for Miss Pennymoney to make the 3-meter walk from her desk to F’s office, smoothing her skirt and trying to conceal her flushed cheeks as she stepped into the room. Steadying the trembling in her knees from the long hours of stroking the pantified agent against herself, she approached F’s desk hesitantly.
“Oh, do get it over with, Miss Pennymoney. I don’t enjoy this any more than you do.”
Pennymoney nodded, placing her palms wide on the desk and bending forward.
It had been three weeks since the secret agent’s return from China. F had placed him on indefinite leave until the issue of his doppelgangers was cleaned up, and he’d spent that time convalescing against Miss Pennymoney’s pussy. Considering the unrequited lust the woman held, it was the safest place in England for him.
“Nervous, ma’am?”.
F poured and drained a double of whisky. “It wouldn’t be the first time I’ve given you a dressing down, Miss Pennymoney.” F crouched behind her, gripping the zipper and slowly parting the skirt to expose her shapely rear and the transfigured agent. She cleared her throat. She could only assume the misogynist cold war dinosaur was listening to her but, then again, the same could be said for any briefing she’d ever given him.
She sighed. This morning she'd spoken directly to the Prime Minister. Now here she was talking to laundry.
“Consider your holiday cancelled, Jack. I have a mission for you.”
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